Jake Ballard Quotes
You are owed, Olivia. You want what's yours? Go and take it.
B613 is gone. Command is in jail. I have delivered you home safe and sound. My mission is complete. And it has been my pleasure. Take care, Liv.
Jake: This is where the ride ends.
Jake: My mission is complete.
Olivia: I'm sick of being comforted. I'm sick of fighting and losing. I'm sick of him being in my way. I am not his victim. I am not his child. And right now? Right now I don't want to gladiate for everyone else. I want this. I want this. This is mine, Jake. I want what's mine. I'm owed! And watch me take it! And then, for once in his life, he's the scared kid and I'm command and he's got nothing, no one. He's trapped because you can't take Command, right?
David: Does this mean you're in?
Jake: I was never out, Rosen. But this means war, you know that, right? We're the good guys, but you won't always be able to tell. That's what it's going to take.
Jake: Won't order takeout. I have no idea how she's surviving.
Fitz: Not much of a chef.
Jake: Excellent with a corkscrew.
David: Jake, you gave me those files. You said 'go get the bad guys.'
Jake: Rosen, we are the bad guys.
David: Not anymore.
David: Don't talk about murder in front of the Attorney General of the United States?
Jake: Fine, fine. Let's talk about the guy that I am not going to kill.
Jake: They warped me too. They added a beast inside me too and he's a really good guy. He's so much fun. You'd like him. But I do not let him out. Ever. Not when I fight. Not when I kill. Not when I hurt. Because he's not allowed out to play. He's not invited. He's behind lock and key. You have to keep your guy in, Huck. You have to lock him in all the time. Otherwise one day he will be strong enough to lock you in and you'll never get out.
Huck: Liv. Liv locks him in. She locks him in for me.
Jake: You gotta learn to do it on your own.
Everything they did to you they did to me. B613, they trained me, too. I was in the hole, too. I...slaughtered bodies I left in my wake. It feels good. That's the problem. Warm blood on your hands feels good. The music of a scream. For me, it was bones. If you snap a bone just right there's a clean, crisp sound that gets me right here. And if you lick their tears when it happens?
Jake: Hey, I was calling you. Why didn't you answer?
Quinn: Did you have a different, stirring interpretation of the "Your Boss is Dead" monologue that you wanted to perform? Because I already caught the Broadway version that Huck did.
David: Do you see this hat?
Jake: I don't see a hat.
David: Use your imagination. I'm wearing a ten-gallon white hat. Just for the record.